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Magicae est Potestas - Chapter 2

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 “ - umerous countries worldwide. The rallies have been particularly prominent in Europe, Asia, and South America, as citizens protest what they believe to be ‘wrongful imprisonment’ by the American government – the most prominent of these being the most recent sit-in of local businesses in Dublin, Ireland. Over three hundred people participated, including several influential businessmen such as -”

Heart pounding, Frisk shut off the TV.

Over three hundred. Three hundred. That was just incredible. And that was just in one city! People all over the world were rallying around their cause, taking a stand as best they were able.

Even when they’d finally starting thinking that maybe, just maybe, the rallies could work, they’d never expected this.

But the real question at this point was whether or not they’d get a similar turnout here in Ebott. After all, it was one thing to support the rights of a group that lived across the Atlantic from you. It was another thing to support a group who, if their rights were granted, could feasibly be working and living alongside you, getting hired for jobs you couldn’t quite cut or getting the houses you could just barely afford. And since the first place the monsters would likely end up inhabiting was the town of Ebott itself . . .

Well, past resets had taught Frisk exactly how the monsters would be blamed for the lack of available jobs and dwellings that would soon follow their integration.

*There’s no use worrying about it now. You need to get going, remember?

Right. They couldn’t just linger around the house and ponder. They had a sit-in to attend – and Lincoln Park, the place where the rally would theoretically be taking place, was a good half-hour walk away.

They double-checked everything electronic to make sure they were turned off (if there was a fine to the household because of overstepping the curfew, then their parents would know something was up), then left through the back door and locked it behind them.

They couldn’t risk one of the anti-monster locals spotting them and telling their parents when they returned. The side streets and alleyways could be dangerous, certainly, but it was preferable to being locked in their room for “associating with idiots like that,” and never seeing the light of day again.

*Defying the wishes of the bastards that dare call yourself your parents fills you with determination.

Their parents were not bastards – nor the other b-word that Chara occasionally used to address them – but they didn’t feel like correcting the ghost at the moment. Right now, they had more important things to attend to.


They’d expected maybe three dozen people. In previous runs, there had been almost as many against the monsters as there had been supporting them, and the conflict between the two groups was often violent and had had to have been disbanded forcefully by the police. That conflict had been on the news, too – countries under martial law threatening the crowds into mundane complacency, anti-monster folk hurling rocks and bottles and various other projectiles into throngs of peaceful protesters. There had even been some murders in previous timelines (though thankfully, not yet in this one.)

So the two hundred-something people sitting in Lincoln Park, sprawled out on towels and blankets, with pockets stuffed with an afternoon’s worth of snacks and huge, colorful signs reading “Free the Monsters,” and “Let them see the Sun again,” and “ ‘Monster’ is not an insult, but an ethnicity,” was a welcome surprise.

More than welcome.

They slipped as quietly as they could into the throng, walking about until they found an empty patch of ground to sit on, and settled there.

Soon, the police would start to turn up. They wouldn’t actually do anything – America was still more lenient than some of the more totalitarian nations that had sprung up since the Crash – but they couldn’t help but feel nervous about the men in blue showing up.

What if their parents saw them? Their father (they heard Chara snort indignantly at the thought) worked directly for the government, and was likely to be helping the supervision of the rallies. Or what if the newspeople turned up?

*I think you mean when they turn up.

True. They wouldn’t not come, not when they caught wind of the hundreds of people sporting signs and pro-monster sentiments. Anything monster-related, for or against, made for good news coverage.

In any case, this was risky, and it might not be able to fix everything. Public opinion was probably not going to be enough, no matter how many joined their efforts.

Their new ally had to have more up their sleeve than just this, and considering the tiny hints they had dropped – their mannerisms, the pre-constructed plans for Frisk’s inhuman friends’ freedom, and, of course, the insistence that Frisk not know everything about the plan. It was only a matter of what and how.

They could only hope it would be worth it in the end.


A faint buzzing drew Artemis’s attention away from hordes of classified data. The fairy communicator – disguised as a hefty ring on his left hand – was vibrating against the wooden desk. An incoming call from Holly.

It had been some time since they had last contacted one another – knowing the captain, as much as she may want to call for purely social reasons, she was likely calling for some form of assistance.

Well, he could spare some time.

He turned the ring around so it rested on his palm, curled all digits but his thumb and little finger around it, and lifted it to his ear.

“Hello, Holly.” he said.

“Hello, Mud Boy.” The LEP captain’s voice was wry. “Rob any national banks recently?”

He smirked. “No, I am afraid I’ve become rather lax when it comes to battles of wits with computerized locking mechanisms.”

A snort from the other end of the line, and he permitted his smile to grow a smidgen larger before he stifled it. “I assume that this is hardly a simple call between friends.”

“I wish. You know how it is with us – saving the world or nothing.”

Quite true. Even now, after the Beserker’s Gate and his own resurrection, each one of the greatest challenges any human or fairy could face, his relations with the People seemed to attract a monumental quantity of trouble. He had already assisted the fairies dozens of times since the Crash, putting a stop to fairy smuggling rings, hunting down escaped convicts, and hacking into government sites to delete sensitive data. They were about due for another disaster by now – and considering recent events, he was quite certain of the origin of their next task.

“Am I correct in thinking that your present concerns involve the civilization that unearthed itself four months ago?”

She sighed, years of frustration manifesting in one short sound. “Yep. The Council’s getting concerned.”

Artemis sniffed. Of course the Council was concerned – when were they not?

“I can only assume that their concern is that the presence of the monsters, a fully sapient race of magical beings, in human society, may endanger the People’s secrecy.”

The silence on the other end of the line was enough of an answer. The Irishman sighed, kneading his brow with his available hand.

“Luckily for our constricted schedules, I have already done research on the relevant information. Assuming my source left little out, I can paint a somewhat accurate picture of the monsters’ society, and therefore alleviate the Council’s concerns somewhat.”

“You’ve already done the research? D’Arvit, Artemis, are you sure you didn’t pick up on some sort of mind-reading magic while you were dead?”

“Hardly.” Artemis opened the file containing the information obtained from Frisk. “Though I will not deny that it would have simplified my life greatly if I had. Now, I anticipated that the People may eventually want access to this information, so I have converted a copy of it into a Gnommish file. Shall I transfer it directly to Foaly’s system?”

“Yes please. Urgh, but now I’ll have to go through it all with him . . . this is going to be a nightmare.”

“Nonsense. The information was transferred to me in a rather simplified manner, and with no further data, I cannot complicate it further. It should make for a rather easy read.”

“Alright, who did you con this from, then? A child?”

He briefly considered this. Answer truthfully and clue Holly in that he may be up to his ears in something new, or let it lie?

Well, there was always the off chance that he might require her assistance.

“Actually,” he said calmly, “the child was not conned – they were desperate, and so accepted my aid in return for information that may be crucial to our success.”

Again, there was an extensive pause.

“Artemis,” Holly said in her alright what have you gotten yourself into this time tone of voice. “Are you saying this information literally came from a little kid? Don’t tell me you unearthed another child genius somewhere?”

“Genius? Perhaps.”

“And you’re not going to tell me who this kid is, are you?”

“Of course not. Client confidentiality, Captain.”

“ ‘Client?’ You know what, no. I won’t ask. Just please, please tell me that you’re planning on telling me eventually.”

“Of course. You have my word.”

On his desk, the computer let loose a faint beep.

WHOOOOOOO NEW CHAPTER!!  And ooh, look, Holly makes her first appearance!  Well, sort of.  I'm not sure if her first audible conversation in the story counts.  But still!  Man, this thing is coming along!  I've gotten a lot of positive feedback from people about it, too, on fanfiction.net, and it's absolutely AMAZING.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

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Dang, this is pretty good! You’re managed to create a realistic setting out of two worlds without leaving important information behind. I love it!